Alexander took Francis to a private room to have a chance to talk. He sat opposite to Francis and sipped his tea with elegance. Malcolm stood at the corner curious about Francis's identity and why the prince reacted the way he did when he heard he was in the palace. He watched there interactions very keenly.
"So what made you change your mind?"
"I am in need of money and you looked like you can afford to spare a few gold coins," he replied feeling nervous. Francis had never been in the palace before and it made him uncomfortable and the man watching him like a hawk from the corner wasn't helping his situation.
"I see, you are only here for money. Then tell me how much do you cost?"
"I don't really know, I just want enough to get the royal physician to take a look at someone for me."
"Is someone you know sick?" he asked and Francis nodded.
"My mother," he said.
"Okay. I will send the royal physician with you when you leave and now tell me how much do you want as dowry?"
